All Chapters of The Mafia ex wife's revenge : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Chapter 1: I fell to my death!Elena's POV “What is this?” I asked, wide-eyed, my voice barely louder than a breath.The crisp papers in Dante’s hand shook my reflection back at me in the soft bedroom lighting. My heart was already beginning to pound in my chest, a dull throb that crawled up to my throat.Dante’s expression was unreadable, cold, detached. The man who once made me feel like the safest woman in the world now looked at me like I was a stranger.“Divorce papers,” he said flatly, his tone devoid of the warmth that used to soften even his cruelest words. “Obviously.”I stood frozen. The words didn’t compute.Divorce?“Dante…” I took a step forward, confused, trembling. “Why?”He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he pulled another file from inside his blazer and tossed it onto the table beside me with a sharp thwack. The pages spilled out in a messy heap—photocopies, emails, wire transfers, photos.“Why don’t you tell me?” he said, voice low and cutting. “Since you clearl

Chapter 3: "I am Sierra De Luca."Elena’s POVThe mirror didn’t lie.That was the problem.I stood before it barefoot, wrapped in silk, surrounded by a room that felt more like a museum than a bedroom. Everything was pristine, cold, expensive. Walls lined with ancient paintings. Dark velvet curtains drawn back to reveal a moonlit Sicilian landscape. Gilded furniture. Mahogany floors. A bed large enough to swallow me whole.But it wasn’t the room that unsettled me.It was the girl in the mirror.She was beautiful—fiercely so. Long raven-black hair. Pale skin, untouched by sun. High cheekbones, sculpted like a blade. Her frame was lean, athletic, graceful in a way I never was. She looked like she belonged in power. Like she owned it.But those weren’t my eyes.That wasn’t my face.Those weren’t my hands.This body wasn’t mine.I didn’t know how—or why—but I had awoken in someone else’s life.Sierra De Luca. Mafia heiress.The only daughter of Viktor De Luca—one of the most dangerous men

Chapter 5: Facing him..... Again!Viktor De Luca's soft touch at the tip of my fingers pulled me back to reality. I blinked and straightened, reminding myself—again that I was Sierra De Luca now. I wasn’t Elena tonight. I could never be her again, not after everything. I forced the ghost of her away and lifted my chin, straightening up my back and maintaining the composure I imagined sierra De Luca must have had when she was alive.I looked away from Dante and walked toward the red carpet beside my father. After a few steps, after all the formalities for the camera and the blinding flashes, he left my side, already shaking hands with men in tailored suits and practiced smiles. In my head, his voice echoed—the same words he had drilled into me for the last six months.“You are my heir now. You need to look like it. Own every room you walk into. There must not be a single sign of weakness in you when you face them.""Them" included Dante, it included Viviana, whom I now sought for with